And they were dressing up like spies
They were spiders catching flies
But noone really liked them
Yeah but noone really liked them like they wanted to
Yeah but noone really liked them like they wanted to
And the phone line was dead when they called back and said:
Noone really liked us
Yeah no one really liked us like we wanted to
Yeah no one really liked us like we wanted to
Much too quiet in this apartment
Much too quiet in this apartment
Much too quiet in this apartment
No one called and said
No one called and said:
Deafened by the sound of the raindrops falling down (Raindrops falling down)
And their time was well spend on the telegrams they send
To all the great writers and every known working class hero
Every known working class hero
And though they wanted a reply so bad that they could die
No oned really write them
No oned really write them like they wanted to
No oned really write them like they wanted to
Much too quiet in this apartment
Much too quiet in this apartment
Much too quiet in this apartment
No one called and said
No one called and said:
Deafened by the sound of the raindrops falling down
Deafened by the sound of the raindrops falling down Deafened by the sound of
the raindrops falling down
Deafened by the sound of the raindrops falling down
(Raindrops falling down)
Deafened by the sound of the raindrops falling down
Они одевались как шпионы,
Становясь пауками, ловящими мух.
Никто их не любил,
Хотя никто не любил их так, как хотелось бы.
Они звонили обратно по трубке, которая уже не работала, и говорили:
"Никто нас не любит,"
Хотя никто нас не любил так, как хотелось бы.
Здесь слишком тихо в этой квартире.
Слишком тихо здесь, в этой пустой квартире.
Они оглохли от звука стекающего дождя (Дождь бьет по стеклам).
Много времени ушло на отправку телеграмм известным писателям и каждому герою рабочего класса.
Каждому герою, каждому известному герою.
Хотя они так жаждали ответа, что были готовы умереть,
Никто им не отвечал.
Никто не писал им те слова, которые хотели услышать.
Слишком тихо здесь в этой квартире.
Здесь становится тихо без музыки разговоров.
Они оглохли от шума дождя, падающего с небес (Дождь бьет по стеклам).
Снова и снова звучит: Дождь бьет по стеклам, Дождь бьет по стеклам.
1 | Dead Boys |
2 | Like Knives |
3 | Vampires With Gold Teeth |
4 | Letters From The Ambulance |
5 | Bonjour Mon Amie |
6 | Solo Impala |
7 | The Funeral Dept. |
8 | Alabaster |
9 | Untitled |
10 | Let's Go Dancing |